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show's over.... i have officially squealed myself into submission once again, also thanks to the boredom i suffered because i was only in one scene of this play. but, good job everybody, especially congratulations to our annie who kept all of our lives together since the cast list went up. i think the best part of the past week besides using it as a mental excuse for all of my misgivings was the fact that i brought in like 200 crayons and four coloring books and everyone colored. some of the drawings were true to life, others were abstract, and others turned big bird into a crack-addicted pornographer.
this picture came about when peter meacham asked me, "what's simba doing?" and i replied, "he's getting splashed with cum." then i realized how dirty the picture really is, and that pumbaa, timon and simba definitely do not take a shower together in the film. anyway, here is an example of how dirty my mind really is:
i will partially blame tommy for his inspiration to keep going with the image.
okay, so the image quality of that picture is really bad, but i stole it from the school newspaper website.
anyway, i hope all went well at the bald soprano performance this evening, i'm sorry that i couldn't be there, but i'm more sorry that our devoted department chair scheduled the show the freaking two days before vacation, and the two days after a winter's tale.
my pizeeps are coming home this weekend. be sure to call me! i love thanksgiving, especially my mother's cranberry jello salad. i do hate puritans though, they can go fuck themselves. holla back at the native americans.